In the quiet morning light, he stands tall,
A figure carved by time, yet soft as the dawn.
Strength lies not in muscle alone,
But in the courage to face the storm.

Wisdom whispered through the years,
Guides his steps on paths untold.
With every challenge, a lesson learned,
In silence, his story unfolds.

Vulnerability, a gentle companion,
Opens the heart to love’s embrace.
Tears unspoken, yet deeply felt,
Carve rivers of empathy on his face.

Growth, an endless journey he walks,
With dreams carried like stars in the night.
Each step a testament to his will,
In becoming, he finds his light.